Roots

You heard the news, sweet child

I slaughtered all them swans

I left it burning

Gone to New York

There won't be no more violence

In the house of your heart

In the house of your heart

There was a ravel

And I was weak for awhile

I'll never be as good as you so

I got a ride

I hitchhiked for New York

There will be no more violence

In the house of your heart

In the name of the Lord

Oh, oh, baby

Where will I dig my roots

It's aching each time that I think of you

I wish for a better day to come around

Wanna shake my hands down

Show you what you found, oh

I wish for a better day to come around

So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head

You heard the news sweet child

The world is mad, we're running wild

I'm gonna ride and

Get off at New York

There will be no more violence

In the house of your heart

In the house of your heart

In the name of the Lord

I wish there'd been another way

Wish there'd been another way

We should stay there

Oh, oh, baby

Where will I dig my roots

It's aching each time that I think of you

I wish for a better day to come around

Wanna shake my hands down

Show you what you found, oh

I wish for a better day to come around

So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head

Where will I dig my roots?

Where will I dig my roots?